My Pussy Diary: A Feast For The Senses - Sex Stories

My Pussy Diary: A Feast For The Senses

I met Todd in the health food store. I came in looking for coffee and he was stocking bags. I was new to town, just having taken a job at a local tech start-up. He was taking writing classes and making some extra money at the shop.

It took a few visits, and more store encounters with Todd, for us to start going out. He was smart and looked it: round glasses, curly hair, slim build. He liked literature and I liked him.

At first, we went to coffee bars. Then he started visiting my apartment. And once he did, we advanced our relationship.

I wanted to show him my body.

I guess you can call me an exhibitionist. I get turned on when guys get turned on.

Todd didn’t expect to see his date’s pussy so fast. But I was eager to show him.

I’m about 5-foot-4 with brunette hair that flows down past my shoulders. I modeled in my teens. People say I have a nice smile and a nice body.

I used to be shy about my body. I didn’t even let one of my early boyfriends open his eyes when he ate me out.

I am now thirty-four and know better. Confident women need to take control of the advantage we have. And that advantage is pussy. Gals have it. Guys crave it.

So here we are in my apartment, and I have Todd where I want him: on the sofa looking up at me.

His first words to me once he sits down: “You are beautiful.”

He hasn’t even seen anything yet. Just me in my tight jeans, the crotch contouring around my triangle. But he is about to get an eyeful beyond that.

I ...

... could see he already is getting hard through his khakis. He isn’t embarrassed. I guess he has an exhibitionist streak in him, too.

So now it’s time for me to show him mine as he shows me his.

“Let’s get naked,” I tell him.

I go first, taking off my top and bra, peeling off my jeans and panties. I stand in front of him in perfect position, my pussy at eye level as he stays seated on the sofa. I glance at his crotch and his penis is straining at the fabric and staining the fabric.

“What do you think?” I ask him.

He points to his shrouded and leaking erection.

What does he see in me?

Medium-sized breasts. And a slice of hair pie.

Then it’s his turn. He takes off his shirt, his khakis and his briefs, and out pops his penis. He is bigger than I thought, maybe seven inches. Pre-cum drips from the tip. Hair hangs from his taut balls. It looks like he is ready to ejaculate right now.

And I think: Wow, the sight of a pussy can do that to a guy? What’s going to happen when he puts his face in it?

We find out soon enough.

He guides me down to the sofa and starts kissing my stomach. I expect him to work his way up to my neck and breasts first, but he works down, nibbling my thighs and making his way to my fragrant bush. I’ve seen guys dive right in, but Todd takes his time.

First, he buries his face in my crotch and inhales deeply. He continues to breathe in my sexy scent before making his next move.

And then he starts talking.

“You smell like the ...